The Artist's Bayou

I’m a tree in the time’s river

The current is fast and then slow

The water flows and then runs low

Time isn’t much of a forgiver

Time will tell us, and time will show

I’m a wind through the forest’s sea

I paint the sky, I paint the stars

Sometimes the wind cannot foresee

As it shapes the art with voussoirs

It flew far away on a bee

I must go back and take root home

Remember where the source is from

In the slowdown, in the being

Becoming still, just like a gnome

Your self forms, the roots are digging

And don’t look back from left to right

Let the river make you as tall

And wide, do not fear the new height

Branches grow to be seen by all

Grow, and become, with all your might